Stan.
My friend Stan Adelson died earlier this year. He was 94.
Stan was someone who was always around the Princeton basketball program, and he cared about the Tigers to a degree that few I’ve known could match.
With his passing we’ve lost one of the last connective tissues that rode team busses with Butch van Breda Kolff during the Bill Bradley era and was also present straight through to the modern day.
Though it was clear this moment was coming, I’ve had a hard time collecting my thoughts since I learned the news. The following may not be entirely linear I still wanted to write down my fond memories of Stan in one location.
